6352. TWIN ARMS HAVE YOU?

TWIN ARMS HAVE YOU?

I am not a saint. Well, yet. Then, I

imagine I can wait  -  raspberry plumcake,

luminescent battalions, a few cops outside

the door. I pay them off, a few hundred bucks

to watch and act as guards outside. Justice is

as crooked as any puzzle piece can be.

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Here's how it went : I shot the Chairman, I shot

the President, I took the Chief Judge's daughter

away. They tried building a new highway right

over my gravesite. Money ran out and they stopped.

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I rode a Bluebird Bus to Easton. It stayed on the

old Route 22. As soon as we pulled into the

Easton Hotel, I was flabbergasted, right off, when

I realized what went on : over and over, week after

week. Girls would work a week in New York City, 

whoring  -  they told me it was 'very nice money' and

they were well taken care of  -  and then they'd get four 

days in Easton, cost-free, for rest and recuperation.

I found that to be a lie  -  not a one of them stopped

for a minute what they were so good at doing.

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Then they'd take another bus back to New York, and it

all went on again. Any number of old, cigarette-bum

guys just stuck around the hotel lobby. All the time.

Playing cards, smoking with a drink. Having donuts

brought in by the box. I learned so much. I learned

so much. I kept the ledger-logbook for myself to

which I still refer to this very day for notes and 

names and things to remember.